Cassian stiffened, his grip on me tightening for a moment before he reluctantly let go. “What is it?” he asked, his voice sharper now, the tenderness of moments before evaporating.
“It’s…urgent, sire,” the servant said quietly.
Cassian sighed, his frustration obvious in his eyes. He glanced at me briefly, his blue eyes dark with an unspoken apology. “Wait here,” he murmured, before standing and heading to the door.
The door opened, and the servant stepped in, holding a piece of paper in his hands. His expression was grim, and something about the way his eyes flicked toward me and then back to Cassian made my stomach twist.
Cassian took the document and scanned it quickly. His face immediately darkened, his jaw tightening as his eyes narrowed at the paper. He turned back toward me, his
